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dialect, called out “ Pasht tow of te clock!” Will
Skiver, with one kick of his foot, smashed his
lantern in pieces. Having performed this feat,
these worthies fled. They did not however run
far. The rattle was sprung, and the alarm given.
The man procured sufficient assistance, and they
were seized, taken by force to the office, then
situated in the Lawnmarket, and locked up in
separate dark cells till Monday morning. When
they awoke their feelings were most painfully
acute. Rob thought of his aged mother, Allan
of his wife and children, and Will of the dis¬
grace and stigma which he conceived would be
attached to him in consequence of his very im¬
proper conduct, and consequent exposure.
He put his hands into his pockets, but his
money was gone, his watch was amissing;
for the police, it seems, had taken every thing
from him and his comrades before locking them
up, with a view of taking care of them. On
Monday morning the culprits were taken before
the Judge of Police, where being confronted
with the watchmen, the case, in the short space
of ten minutes, was discerned against them.
Their conduct at the bar, however, was so
humble and unassuming, that the Judge was